Just another sad story on how poorly large companies treat customers. This time it is Airline – ‪On Oct 5/2017 I flew home after a great trip to Ireland. The flight was long and stressful after the guy behind me

At the age of 5 I buried my biological father and almost lost my entire family. At the time my mother had adopted her young nieces and they had come to live with us. After my father passed away, everything

I am an incest survivor, no beating around the bush. I grew up thinking that all females were to offer sexual services to any man who is interested. It was a small Pennsylvania dutch countryside, with a farm, chickens, cows,

It was a Thursday night, in early March of our junior year. I had spent the last couple of evenings at your house because you had been helping me build a roller coaster for my physics project. When I got

In loving a monster, you lose yourself. You lose the way you laugh with the sweet taste of freedom on your tongue not too far behind. It is replaced with a hushed fear of impending wrath and judgment from him.

In 1986, a month before I was married, I was assaulted (there is a police report) in the building where I worked in Bethesda, Maryland. This experience put a strain on our marriage as newlyweds. I lost my job three

I have never told anyone my story, ever. When this first happened to me it was impossible to grasp the concept, considering I was just 4 years old when the first time occurred. Starting at age 4 to about 12,

I often felt my story wasn’t worth sharing; others have had it so much worse than I. However, I have come to learn this is a common train of thought among survivors and those battling depression and anxiety like myself.

So, I posted on here once before; back then, my post was titled “Three Days They Probably Won’t Remember, And That I Wish I Could Forget.” Now, I have a fourth story to add. To recap what the last three

I remember it being a normal day in 2008, I was nearly 8 years old and had recently been moved into foster care, which was already a traumatic event and I felt unloved and unwanted. I was encouraged by my

How does “pleasure” leave a kid so ashamed? something that is meant to be a gift become profaned? How does someone so familiar commit an act so strange? someone you love be the cause for self-hate? Use trust and compassion

Medical check up – My growth of secondary sexual characters doesn’t take away my childishness, when I had cough and cold my mother took me to my family doctor. He checked my chest and I thought it was normal for

I was on an overseas adventure with a male friend. We were jetlagged after 32hrs in transit and were just going for one drink before having an early night. One drink turned in to many drinks at a fun, relaxed,

Along with millions of avid viewers, I’ve been a fan of Law & Order: Special Victims Unit for almost 20 years. The compassion these characters have for victims of sexual assault is unparalleled to the strong burden of shame and

Sometimes I get a little resentful and angry that nobody noticed. I was amazing at hiding it, but sometimes I find myself questioning why no one saw through my façade. Why no one recognizes that I’m still hurting. Then again,

My name is W. At the age of fourteen, I got into a fight in my school changing rooms after school hours with a soccer player from another school. It started as three strangers picking on me, nothing out of

The election of Donald Trump brought my nightmarish childhoods to life yet again. A powerful, objectifying, entitled narcist is yet again holding the reins over way too much. Just hung up the phone with my sister… when she told mom

Because of what happened recently, I’m filled with hurt and anger with Kavanaugh’s case. From the beginning… I was in 5th grade, at my elementary school. I got bullied a lot, I was never noticed. Girls would tell me my

My parents divorced when I was 6. There was his drug abuse, his belligerent attitude, financial instability because of his drug use, and the way I was treated. He was rarely around because my mom wouldn’t let him use drugs

President Trump says “she doesn’t remember what year it was, she doesn’t remember where it happened” etc but I do t remember the day either. I don’t remember what day it was that I learned how to get out of

Victims Syndrome I am the mother of a brutally raped victim. I am 54, she is 22 and was not experienced in dealing with manipulative men. Upon learning all the details of this horrendous ongoing event in my own home,

I was gang raped by six University of Kansas football players in November 1998. When I was leaving my friend’s apartment on the sixth floor, I exited the elevator, and there was D, from Austin, TX. D was someone I

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